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<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="1" width="100%" style="border-width:1pt; border-color:silver; border-style:dashed;"> <tr> <th class="thCornerL" width="22%" height="26">Author</th> <th class="thCornerR">Message</th> </tr> <tr> <td width="22%" align="left" valign="top" class="row1"><span class="name"><a name=""></a><b>ginhdonan</b></span></td> <td class="row1" height="28" valign="top"><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr> <td width="100%"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/subnet/images/icon_minipost.gif" width="12" height="9" alt="Post" title="Post" border="0" /><span class="postdetails">Posted: Sat 21:52, 16 Apr 2011<span class="gen"> </span> Post subject: Things Past year in scattered</span></td> <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><hr / color="silver" noshade></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><span class="postbody">out the window, a half months, bringing the mercury discharge to the bright moonlight as speckled earth. 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Sleep, work, school law to make people feel ill ... I have been living for a year! <br /> always there by endless injuries, me too. Deciduous rain season, the bottom of my heart hurt again. For paralysis, I am used to handling a smoke ring; to forget, I have been living in a dream! Words become my best home, I curled up in words, but the courage to write Gv humble text. Do not know if I was to enjoy life <a href="http://www.watchloot.com/breitling-watches.html" target="_blank" class="postlink">Breitling replica</a>, or tortured? Year, the nineteen year old should be a brilliant year, but I have not given it on the proper color. <br /> scattered, and this beautiful little one year, at least for my life is so. But I do not want to descend it! Scattered for a year, my dream? Regain it! To the hearts of the faith, I can only work! In order to write a more beautiful life movement, to make themselves more appealing melody, and I must try! Two years on the job, so I understand the social phenomena. And before long, I will enter that bustling crowd. Scattered a year to slowly get it back! Failed, too sad, so I need more success and fun!</span></td> </tr> </table></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2" height="1" class="spaceRow"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/subnet/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="1" /></td> </tr> </table>
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